Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.